The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The Bentley Continental GT in Glacier Blue was absolutely stunning. Its unique color caught Charlotte’s eye instantly.

She loved it.

A sharply dressed man stepped out of the car, handing her the keys with a respectful nod. “Miss Riley, this is a gift from Mr. Jasper.”

Charlotte took the keys, feeling a slight stir in her chest.

Sean was certainly generous. This car was worth well over half a million dollars.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You’re very welcome. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now.” The inan gave another slight bow, his posture impeccable.

Charlotte nodded. “Alright”

As soon as the man left, Charlotte’s phone rang. It was Sean.

“Like the car?” Sean’s voice was as casual as if he were asking whether she enjoyed her lunch.

A luxury car worth over half a million dollars, yet he spoke of it as if it were nothing more than a grocery–store purchase.

Of course, in his world, extravagant gifts for a fiancée were just standard practice.

Maybe it was just that she had spent the past three years living a far more ordinary life. She was out of touch with the world she had once belonged to.

Receiving a car like this actually felt unfamiliar.

“I love it. Thank you,

Sean”

“Good, I remembered you like blue.” His deep voice carried an effortless warmth.

Charlotte blinked. “How did you know?”

Had she ever told him her favorite color?

Sean let out a quiet chuckle. “Back when I was tutoring you, all your notebooks and stationery were light blue.”

She hadn’t expected him to remember something so trivial.

And yet, he was right

She had always loved blue, and the moment she saw this car, it had taken her breath away.

“The second i saw this one, I knew you’d love it,” Sean said smoothly. “Take it for a drive. It’s compact, perfect for you.”

“I will. I’ll try it out later.”

After they hung up, Charlotte slid into the driver’s seat, her hands resting on the wheel. But instead of starting the engine, she sat there, lost in thought

Charlotte had a driver’s license. She had driven plenty over the past three years but it was always Zac’s car. Her own car had been sitting unused in her family’s estate garage back in Jersey City, collecting dust.

More often than not, driving Zac’s car didn’t feel like a privilege–It felt more like she was his personal chauffeur than his girlfriend.

He loved to party, and whenever he drank too much to drive, she would get a call. No matter the hour, he expected her to pick him up from some bar or private club.

She had also overheard his friends mention how, after breaking up with his ex, he had casually gifted her a BMW worth over a hundred grand.

Yet, despite knowing that her job required frequent travel–meeting clients, appearing in court, working cases–Zac had never once suggested getting her a car of her own.

It wasn’t that Charlotte cared about the car it sell

But right now, sitting here, comparing Zac and Sean, the difference was glaring.

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